Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terrestrial Tones to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.